That we may keep the golden rule,
And never from it stray.
The Sunday-school, &c.
1. THE Sabbath-school's a place of prayer,
I love to meet my teachers there:
They teach me there that every one
May find in heaven a happy home.
I love to go-I love to go-
I love to go to Sabbath-school.
2. In God's own book we're taught to read
How Christ for sinners groan'd and bled;
That precious blood a ransom gave
For sinful man-his soul to save.
I love to go-I love to go
I love to go to Sabbath-school.
3. In Sabbath-school we sing and pray,
And learn to love the Sabbath-day,
That, when on earth our Sabbaths end,
A glorious rest in heaven we'll spend.
I love to go-I love to go-
I love to go to Sabbath-school.
4. And when our days on earth are o'er,
We'll meet in heaven to part no more;
Our teachers kind we there shall greet,
And, oh, what joy 'twill be to meet
In heaven above-in heaven above
In heaven above, to part no more!
1. THE Sunday-school, how dear to me!
Within thy walls I love to be;
My youthful heart with joy is full
When I am in the Sunday-school,-
The Sunday-school.
2. 'Tis here that I my teachers see,
Who're always pleased to welcome me,
As on the Sabbath-day we meet
In our accustom'd class and seat
In Sunday-school.
3. 'Tis here that I am taught to read
God's holy word, and feel the need
Of quickening grace and pardoning love
To fit me for yon heaven above-
In Sunday-school.
4. 'Tis here that I am taught to pray,
And love God's holy Sabbath-day,
To sing his praise and learn his will
And all my duties to fulfil-
5. 'Tis here I learn that Christ has died,
That he for me was crucified,
That he my precious soul has bought:
These blessed truths I here am taught-
In Sunday-school.
6. These golden hours will soon be o'er,
And I shall go to school no more:
So I'm resolved to form the plan
To strive and profit all I can
7. Oh, let our songs and praises rise
Like grateful incense to the skies,
For that rich grace, so free, so full,
That brought us to the Sunday-school-
The Sunday-school.
1. WE love the Sabbath-school, the place
Our youthful feet have trod,
Where we have heard of wisdom's ways,
That lead to peace and God.
2. We love the Sabbath-school: 'tis there
The praise of God we sing;
"Tis there we bow the knee in prayer
To God, our heavenly King.
3. We love the Sabbath-school, where we
The holy Bible read,
Which tells of Christ, who came to be
A Saviour in our need.
4. Oh that, when earthly cares are past,
Our teachers we may meet
Upon the blissful plains, and cast
Our crowns at Jesus' feet.
1. To the sports of the thoughtless, or pleasures of sin,
Some give the sweet Sabbath of rest;
But away with all sports or pleasures so vain,
For my dear Sunday-school is the best.
2. I love my companions, I love youth's gay scenes,
With brightness and purity blest;
Yet better by far is the sweet Sabbath morn,
For my dear Sunday-school is the best.
3. I love the sweet birds, and the fields, and the flowers,
In beauty so charmingly dress'd;
But there's purer delight in the still, sacred hours,
For my dear Sunday-school is the best.
4. Then I'll sing of my school, and the Sabbath I love,
Bright emblems of heavenly rest:
Thou guide of my youth, thou Saviour divine,
Oh, bring me to share in that rest.
1. We love to sing together,
Our hearts and voices one,
To praise our heavenly Father,
And his eternal Son.
We love to sing, &c.
2. We love to pray together
To Jesus on his throne,
And ask that he will ever
Accept us as his own.
We love, &c.
3 We love to read together
The word of saving truth,
Whose light is shining ever
To guide our early youth.
We love, &c.
4. We love to be together
Upon the Sabbath-day,
And strive to help each other
Along the heavenly way.
We love, &c.
1. I LOVE the Sabbath-school,
Where happy children meet;
Where rich and poor alike may come
And sit at Jesus' feet.
2. I love the Sabbath-school,
Where children learn to pray,
And hear about the world to come,
And Jesus Christ, the Way.
3. I love the Sabbath-school;
It is a heavenly place;
For there the youthful heart may learn
To seek the Saviour's face.
4. I love the Sabbath-school,
And Him who bought for me
This sweet, this precious means of grace,
And gives the blessing fre!
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